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My Other Axe

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1.
I was robbing graves when I met you You wouldn't lend a hand I was robbing graves when I met you You wouldn't lend a hand You turned and you walked away, I was back where I began Got dirt under my nails Sweat running down my cheek Said, I got dirt under my nails Sweat running down my cheek I do not fear for the law 'Cause dead men do not speak Death is my patron He helps me pay my bills Death is my patron He helps me pay my bills He gets me rent on the first From bodies under these hills You wouldn't lend a hand To a man In a jam Trying to make his way And make his pay Industriously And I understand That you're a firebrand Who if she can Won't do a hard day's work Honestly I was robbing graves when I met you You helped me over the fence I was robbing graves when I met you You helped me over the fence I asked if you'd come along You said you'd take ten percent If your heart is troubled by the story that I said I'm not the only one to make a dollar off the dead Think about the church, the undertaker, and the fed (No, no, no.) Now you might be thinking that you're holier than me At least I won't be making money off of the bereaved Comfort for the mourning shouldn't come with pastors' fees (No, no, no.) Don't you pay attention to the nonsense that they spout The liars and the con-men, let me tell you what I'm talking 'bout Money's in the coffers, then they'll gladly see you out (No, no, no.)
2.
Tempest 03:05
Had a dream we kissed and you meant it I had a dream you laughed 'cause I was sad I only want what's best for you So I don't know which dream was good and which is bad So I try not to dream anymore If you need to be the ocean waves, you can break upon my shore My friends tell my love is reckless They try to tell me love is blind They say that hindsight is 20/20 And all wounds heal with time But the cliches are such a bore If you need to be the ocean waves, you can break upon my shore Every now and then the coast will weather a storm Out from the ocean blue I will be the rocky cliffs babe, And you can be the tempest if you need to You didn't wear me away before If you need to be the ocean waves, you can break upon my shore If you need to be the ocean waves, you can break upon my shore
3.
Young boys playing in the foothills For to chase away the bore The peaks they are greeting Are a challenge worth meeting They scamper to the summit Just to climb back down once more O'er flat rocks a brook does babble Our boys are hanging from the trees They think they might chance it They alight from the branches They slip in that cold water With comfort and with ease Come all you Colesville Mayhem Boys Rouse up the rabble again Go damn up the river Bring that stray along with ya Summer in cat water With autumn rolling in Skipping stones and diving for shadows Instead of washing away their sins They come back to dinner All smelling like the river They bother all the women With wandering hands And mischievous grins They sit around the kitchen table Singing songs and telling fibs They rile up the babies, They make fun of the old ladies Keep your cheeks smiling And keep laughter in your ribs Come all you Colesville Mayhem Boys Rouse up the rabble again Go damn up the river Bring that stray along with ya Its summer in cat water With autumn rolling in Soon the bridge will freeze The hills all wrapped in winter storms And ice will hang six foot long from the eaves We'll build a great bonfire and keep each other warm Till then come all you Colesville Mayhem Boys Rouse up the rabble again Go damn up the river Bring that stray along with ya Its summer in cat water With autumn rolling in

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released October 10, 2013

All songs written by Chris McCann
Mixed by Jon Rick with help from Greg Baldwin
Mastered by Jon Rick

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